The Wistful Campus

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"You are being dismissed." The voice came from behind the glass. Cold. Dry. A syllable dropped onto a stone floor. Elias looked up. His hands were clasped in his lap. They were trembling. Not from fear. From a strange, hollow exhaustion. He had sat in this chair for four hours. The air conditioning hummed. A low, insect drone. It vibrated in his teeth. "Because of what?" he asked. His voice was...

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